SHAMECATION: A DECLARATION
It’s so difficult to write when you don’t really wanna talk about it. When I don’t know what to do Continue reading
It’s so difficult to write when you don’t really wanna talk about it. When I don’t know what to do Continue reading
Over the last ten years I’ve sobered up twice and when I’m drunk there’s something that feels right about it. Continue reading
The other day I was riding the subway and a little boy got on with his father (presumably) and a Continue reading
Yesterday I challenged a 200 pound Dominican man to an arm wrestle. We were outside on the stoop, he said Continue reading
I know that time is short so I feel riddled with this sense of constant urgency. I just want to Continue reading
I’m Irish, I’m partial to the Irish. I like their cold sense of things. The almost tangible darkness that feels Continue reading
En route to a visit home. Looked longingly at the bar car as my feet aptly continued walking me by. Continue reading
Lately friends have been asking me how I’ve been doing with the not drinking thing. I’m not sure why it’s Continue reading